Wild Child

Hair ratted and a sweat covered face. Always outside in a state of grace. She’s a wild child running her own race. Dirt under her bitten nails, barefoot. Country girl down to the root. She’s a wild child running her own race. Has dreams that’ll last forever, put down, she’ll show you up more than ever. She’s a wild child running her own race. She’ll contradict you just to get a rise, solid head with her eye on the prize. She’s a wild child running her own race. Cleans up well, knows the meaning of work. Got that crooked smile and a little quirk. She’s a wild child running her own race.